middle-class parents sometimes look atmy friends and me, and they shudder,shiver in fear. our sharpie'd converse, ourskinny jeans. black band shirts andrainbow hair. and these people, theyturn up their noses. you see, they have forgottenwhat it's like to dream of never-never land.they call us fools; we call them lonely.and so these silly grown-ups, they thinkwe are the ones they should be afraid of.

(i think they must close their eyes when they look in the mirror.)

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